Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy.

I've never had an affair with somebody who wasn't at the same time a very good friend of mine, if you see what I mean.

I guess if you're that thin and that small you don't need to take up too much space or breathe that much air. You just keep on going.

There's lots of things you don't know. All kinds of strange things . . . mostly they happened before we were born: that makes them seem to me so much more real.

He’d always been willing to confess his faults, for, by admitting them, it was as if he made them no longer exist.

I remember things the way they should have been.

Some cities, like wrapped boxes under Christmas trees, conceal unexpected gifts, secret delights. Some cities will always remain wrapped boxes, containers of riddles never to be solved, nor even to be seen by vacationing visitors, or, for that matter, the most inquisitive, persistent travelers.